...And/Or...

The shock of perception coned the bowl of being like the top of a droplet.

The individual, formed in the tension of duality cascaded into the bowl of itself.

To still and quiet it's own pool,

by way of collecting it's own curves,

it sought the way of contraction.

Back to nothing.

Looking at every shimmer,

every glimmer of a heartbeat,

not a thing passed unreflected in this bowl of being.

And in the rise and fall of harmonic tones

perfect order was achieved in stillness...

silence...

Then shape melted away until there was no more of bowls, bells, roundness,

...No more of knowing.

OVER